When the killing machine that seemed like a substance surged in, Yang Fan felt a deadly crisis, which also stimulated the potential in his body, and the spirit and spirit rose in an instant, and the mist of life all over his body turned into a raging and roaring qi snake.

However, when his nerves tensed, the killing machine that suppressed the entire fifth floor of the medical hall suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Yang Fan didn't dare to relax, immediately restrained his breath, and entered the "omniscient mode" in a short period of time, controlling all the movements of the entire "Xianhong Medical Hall".

After a long time, there was no movement around, and the hidden killing machine never appeared.

Sou!

Yang Fan caught a trace of afterimage, which suddenly disappeared from his senses, and the speed was terrifying.

When it is still, it seems to merge into this void, and when it moves, it is as fast as thunder.

"What a terrible concealment...... The person who assassinated him was probably a powerhouse at the level of the foundation building period!" Yang Fan looked shocked.

Head-on with the strong man in the foundation building period, he may have the power to protect himself, and it is still in the case of exposing his hole cards.

And now, he has to face the assassination of the strong man in the foundation building period.

Killers, they do not care about any morality and dignity, with killing people as their ultimate goal, they can do whatever it takes.

Fighting head-on with the monks in the early stage of foundation building, Yang Fan had a chance to protect himself, but in the face of assassination, the situation was not good......

"I didn't expect the last round of killers to be so terrible!"

Yang Fan's brows were tightly locked, his personal bodyguard Hu Fei was in retreat and cultivating, and he could only face a powerhouse of this level alone.

"Divine Doctor, the killing machine just now must have come from the 'Silver Medal Killer' in the organization, it is said that among the low-level monks, no one can escape the assassination of the 'Silver Medal Killer'. ”

Cang Yun sweated in his heart, just now he also faintly felt the peeping of the third round of killers, but he didn't know why he wanted to, so he didn't make a move.

"Silver Medal Killer?" Yang Fan said with a little confusion: "He appeared just now, but he didn't make a move." I don't know how to avoid the last round of assassination?"

Cangyun said: "There are only two situations, the first is the death of the silver killer, and the second is that the silver killer has failed three times. ”

"Did you make a move just now?" Yang Fan asked.

"No, because he hasn't attacked you yet. Cangyun replied.

"I understand......" Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he only needed to dodge the opponent's three shots.

"Alright, you both stand down. ”

Yang Fan sent them down and did not further ask the identity puzzle of the two.

"Cangyun is a killer, this is already a settled fact. And the existence of Butterfly Lotus is a little strange, she seems to be just trying to get close to herself, and she has no malicious ......"

Yang Fan thought quietly.

At a certain moment, his vest was cold, and he felt the wisp of murderous intent that seemed to be absent.

This killing machine should have come from outside his senses and divine sense.

Miles away, the man could clearly convey his killing intent to him, which was really appalling. Therefore, the killer's soul realm was definitely higher than him, at least a powerhouse above the middle stage of foundation building.

The opponent can keep an eye on him at all times, and if he finds the slightest gap, he will unleash a fatal blow that will make it difficult for you to sleep.

"No, I can't sit still!"

Yang Fan showed a resolute look on his face, immediately got up, sorted out the things in the storage bag, and even carried the mysterious black whip close to him, and even the iron-armored puppet was transferred to the storage.

Soon, he took out his pen and ink, wrote a letter, walked to the third floor of the medical hall, and instructed an apprentice to call Hu Fei over. Hu Fei is currently living in retreat and cultivation in the Yanwang Mansion, which is some distance away from here.

Yang Fan understands that he is alone, after all, it is a passive situation, and only by finding Hu Fei can he have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

After waiting for an hour, the apprentice never returned, and Yang Fan felt a little uncomfortable.

Two hours later, the apprentices had not returned.

Yang Fan sighed lightly, it seemed that the apprentice had already suffered misfortune.

That killer was so powerful, he knew every pharmacist and apprentice in the Xianhong Medical Pavilion, once someone went out to ask for help, he would kill him mercilessly.

"Looks like I'm going to have to go over in person!"

Yang Fan sighed lightly, said hello to Pharmacist Lu on the third floor, and left alone.

"The Divine Doctor has just left...... one of the guards said.

Not long after Yang Fan left, Dielian learned this information, and her face changed: "It's not good-"

At this time, Yang Fan had already walked out of a distance.

The streets are brightly lit, people come and go, Yang Fan walks slowly, his heart is as calm as water, and he is not moved by foreign objects.

In omniscient mode, he controls any movement in the space around him, and his pace maintains a strange rhythm.

The murderous machine lurking in the dark flashed from time to time, Yang Fan was not shocked, and his pace was still the same.

Walking a cup of tea, I see that the Yanwang Mansion will be reached.

Yang Fan was secretly happy in his heart, it seemed that the killer couldn't find a flaw and didn't make a move.

In less than a moment, the Yan Wangfu was in front of him, and Yang Fan quickened his pace and walked towards the guard guarding the door.

"Pharmacist Yang!" The palace guards all knew him and hurriedly saluted him.

Yang Fan nodded and walked in.

"It's finally here......" Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

There are countless masters in King Yan's mansion, and there is even King Yan, a powerhouse at the peak of the world, even if the killer is strong, he must weigh it.

But at this moment, a faint cold light shot down from the eaves above Yang Fan's head.

This...... How is this possible?

Yang Fan was shocked, it turned out that the killer knew that he would come to Yanwang's Mansion, so he lurked on the eaves of the door.

As soon as he entered, he just charged a blow to the convenience, and with such a mind and means, it was simply impossible to prevent it.

said that it was too late, and that faint cold light looked like moonlight, imperceptible.

However, in Yang Fan's eyes, it is the tentacle of death.

At the last moment, Yang Fan had an extra green flying sword in his hand, and wisps of emerald aura were injected into it, blocking the faint cold light in front of it by a fraction.

Bite!

A soft crisp sound broke the silence of the night, and Yang Fan only felt an irresistible fierce qi surging, and his whole arm was numb and unconscious.

Not only that, but there was also a domineering and strange force that attacked his body, immediately causing him to suffer heavy injuries.

Click!

The pale cold light and the "Qingfeng Sword" in his hand collided together, and between breaths, this low-grade spiritual weapon was broken into two.

The spiritual weapon was connected to Yang Fan's divine sense, and the former was damaged, and Yang Fan was immediately traumatized, and a bloodstain overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Yang Fan saw the body of the pale cold light clearly.

It turned out to be a thin sword-shaped blade that was almost hidden in the night sky, the color of which was like moonlight.

Judging from the aura emanating from above, this is at least a top-grade spiritual weapon, or even a top-grade spiritual weapon!

Call!

After cutting off Yang Fan's spiritual weapon, the sword-shaped thin blade was slightly blocked and slashed towards his throat.

And at this moment, it was the gap where Yang Fan's sword was swung, the spiritual weapon was broken, his mind was damaged, and his body was severely injured.

Laugh at!

Seeing that cold light, it will cross Yang Fan's throat.

At this moment, Yang Fan waved out his other hand, and a cyan brick blocked in front of him out of thin air.

Clang~

The sword-shaped thin blade that melted into the night hit this incomparably heavy medium-grade spiritual weapon, leaving no trace, and also saved Yang Fan's life at a critical moment.

Regardless of the broken spirit weapon, Yang Fan immediately injected mana into the cyan brick, and immediately, a wall-like barrier appeared in front of him, and the blue light was shining.

Bell bell~

The sword-shaped blade stabbed out two swords like lightning, causing the protective layer to shake for a while, and the cyan light dimmed a lot.

In the night, Yang Fan saw a blurry black shadow, hanging upside down on the eaves, the spiritual weapon in his hand, blending into the night moonlight, the cold light flickering, like a deadly death.

"Oh no!

At this time, the palace guards at the door all reacted and rushed over, but saw the incredible scene.

Shout!

The blurred black shadow, seeing this scene, leaped in the air and flew to the roof.

Then it split into four and flew from four directions.

Phantom clone?

Yang Fan stood in place, holding an inconspicuous black whip in his hand, but he didn't make a move.

Before the guards rushed over, Yang Fan put away the cyan bricks, squatted down, picked up the broken inferior spirit weapon, and sighed lightly: I finally escaped a catastrophe.

However, he still has to face two life-threatening assassinations by the "Silver Medal Killer".

"Are you alright, Pharmacist?" the guards asked.

"I'm fine, I've had a minor injury, it's fine. ”

Yang Fan smiled, his face was a little pale at the moment, and the hand holding the sword was already half paralyzed.

In addition, Yang Fan's mind was damaged and his body was seriously injured.

However, with his special physique, these injuries recovered at an incredible speed, faster than he could treat himself.

Because his recovery ability is faster than his treatment speed, if Yang Fan treats himself by himself, it will hardly work, all he has to do is wait for the injury to recover on its own.

(Note: As mentioned in the teenth chapter, it is impossible for the protagonist to improve his cultivation by injuring himself and then healing.) In addition, the protagonist heals people with low cultivation, and the effect is very poor, not to mention the idea of catching small animals and bringing them over in captivity, and constantly beating and treating injuries. ）

Heavily injured, Yang Fan walked forward slowly, feeling that the injuries in his body were being repaired quickly.

At the same time, he remained omniscient in case the killer counterattacked.

Yang Fan expected that now that he was seriously injured, the killer would probably not miss this good opportunity.

Sure enough, he had only been gone for a while, and he had a feeling of being watched again.

"This killer is really powerful, the art of concealment has reached the realm of transcendent sainthood, even in omniscient mode, it is impossible to easily detect his existence......

Yang Fan's heart was calm, and he gradually narrowed the scope of the "omniscient mode", in this sensory mode, the radius was the most effective range for him.

In order to deal with this terrible killer, Yang Fan narrowed the range of his senses to a radius of twenty zhang.

After walking for a while, there is an artificial river in front of you, and after walking over the bridge above, you can enter the guest area of the palace, where there are many immortal cultivators, and Hu Fei lives in it.

As soon as he approached the artificial river, Yang Fan's eyes froze, and his figure jumped forward abruptly.

Call~

The mysterious black whip in his hand shot out, turned into a phantom, and actually stretched a length of one or two zhang out of thin air, silently stabbing somewhere in the river.

(To be continued)